Awkward! That's the worst excuse ever. I guess I'm just a sucker for lies. All I could do was hope that Miley made something up, smart enough to help us get out of that situation.
"Lilly, don't be silly. I know it's hard for you and I just don't want those memories to haunt you again, but we have no choice. You have to tell him" Miley replied with a small laugh. I didn't actually know what she was about to say, but I had to trust her.
"Miley, I just can't. You know that" I decided to play along with Miley and let her continue with the rest of the story. I sat around and paced up and down, trying to look as nervous as possible.
"Well, then I'll do it. Mr Spielberg, she can't take her wig off because she promised her grandma to wear it whenever she appeared on TV, just before she died" Miley eventually explained, actually feeling surprised she made that up. After all, Spielberg gave us both the part, so that must mean a thing.
"It's just a touchy subject" I moaned, hoping he didn't find out.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to…" Spielberg justified, looking truly regretful. And once more, Miley saved my butt. She maintained eye contact for a moment before turning and winking at me. That was close.
Overall, the weeks had left Miley with no more satisfaction than her countless lonely nights dreaming of hottie Jessie, her co-star on Spielberg's upcoming movie. It wasn't just that he was co-starring with her. Jesse was going to kiss her a few times during the movie. The thought of that made her feel ecstatic.
"No. You can't be serious, Lilly" Anyone who saw her would feel her happiness drift away, her negative energy would over power other's positive energy without her even saying a word.
"Yes, I am. There's been a last minute change and Taylor's gonna play Jesse's part" Miley walked around the room, taking heavy footsteps as she went. She screamed from her anger, pulling her long brown hair. She was making a scene, but she was too angry to care.
"No, I can't do it" Miley kept repeating again and again. She wasn't going to kiss that jerk or talk to him. Not after what he did. Those memories were at the back of Miley's mind. She couldn't forget a single word he said.
"Look, here she comes. Watch out, guys. The slut is coming!" A 12-year-old Taylor Lautner shouts. Suddenly, Miley hears everyone laughing at her.
"I'm not, Taylor. Stop it!" She starts running away, but trips over a wire, so she falls to the floor.
"She's such a fat whale that she can't even run" Taylor spits meanly. Miley quickly puts her hands on her head, which was hurting a lot. Then, she passes out.
"Shit. Miley, are you okay?" One of Miley's classmates asked as he shaked her, realizing she was unconscious.
"Can you see that? Yes, the attention whore is seeking your attention" The boy said in a contemptuous tone, laughing at the scene.
"Dude, you don't get it. She passed out" The boy explained as he picked her up in order to take her to the nurse.
"Whoa. Goodbye loser. Never talk to me again" Taylor concluded, making his way out of the hallway.